THIS PUTS FIRE BACK IN MY BLOOD
This is the Sophie Scholl quote I’m basing my life around right now (and this column I wrote). At some point I’ll post photos of my new Sophie Scholl haircut. Came out pretty good.
“The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honor, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.”
Swift kick of perspective.
Drowning in a sea of skulls, test tiles and so much glaze testing.
If you want to foster those creative, problem solving skills, the solution isn’t learning to code – it’s learning to paint. Or play an instrument. Or write poetry. Or sculpt. The field doesn’t matter: the key thing is that if you want to foster your own innovative creativity, the best way to do it is to seriously pursue an artistic endeavor.
In the history of the Nobel Prize, nearly every Laureate has pursued the arts. According to research by psychologists Michele and Robert Root-Bernstein, “almost all Nobel laureates in the sciences actively engage in arts as adults. They are twenty-five times as likely as the average scientist to sing, dance, or act; seventeen times as likely to be a visual artist; twelve times more likely to write poetry and literature; eight times more likely to do woodworking or some other craft; four times as likely to be a musician; and twice as likely to be a photographer.”
I thought that 2013 was my year of change, to metaphorically get my shit together, move on and forward.
I wandered aimlessly without a direction thinking I had a direction, that it just wasn’t defined.
I ended up wandering into some wonderful places and events.
An impulsive and impromptu trip to London marking my first time traveling solo and first time on a plane since grade school.
I was introduced to a shy and lonely dog who quickly made himself at home and now I couldn’t imagine my life without Opie.
2013 was not bad because it brought a lot of good, but there was fault in that I had and still have no direction. Wanderlust is an amazing concept, just not what I need to subscribe to move forward. For all the movement, it has left me in stationary.
At 27, it’s hard to grasp that I’m at a loss at what I want from life or how to suck the marrow from it. The world is so open with a variety of options and opportunities, I’m just squinting at it through fog trying to see just what is there.
If the framework for what my life could be was laid out in 2013, is 2014 where I actually start building? Who knows?
I know at least I’ll have Opie there to move forward and maybe in 2014 I can finally say that I got my shit together.